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twenty-fourth breath ✧ voice/action

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Sso.

So.

Firs'... a salute, no - toast, to th'fine men an' women curren'ly serving in the draft. Hats off, motherfuckers.

[Isamu has been holed up since the draft started. Clearly, he hasn't been doing anything productive.]

Should've... should've fuckin' volunteered, maybe.

...Had a second point. Forgot what it was.

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[Yeah, definitely throwing out anything that reminds him of alcohol. He gathers all the crap up in a garbage bag he snatched out of the kitchen trash can. Once it's done he just... opens the door and throws it in the yard. He's just cool like that. Plus he just doesn't want to smell it.

When that's done, he plops on the couch next to Isamu, but doesn't say anything.]

[Isamu, for his part, just leans over against Raph's side.]

S'not even right, man.

[And Raph just lets him.]

You're tellin' me.

Everything here. A-an' I jus' made it... make it... worse.

[Raph falls silent. Maybe if he lets the kid babble, he'll start making sense eventually.]

I'm such an idiot...

Already treadin' on thin ice, an'... I took a hammer to it.

[He nudges Isamu gently with his shoulder.]

You the only one here, bro?

'Course I'm the only one here. That's really how it should fucking be, isn't it?

[Firmly:] No, it ain't. That's why I'm here.

[Isamu let's out something like a chocked sob.]

Hey. [Shit.] Quit that.

[But he puts his arm around his friend. Fuck you, Isamu. You're breaking his heart and he doesn't even know what you're so upset about.]

You're tougher than that, right?

Hell no. Jus' look at me.

[Tough? Hardly.]

Eh, you're right. You're a fuckin' mess. But that don't mean you're no wuss either. You just gotta toughen up a little.

Heh... Yeah. 'Cause toughening up'll fix all this shit...

I didn't say that.

[He thumps Isamu's shoulder, then takes his arm back.]

So what do you want me to do, huh? I don't know what's goin' on, and I ain't good at this stuff anyways.

Never asked you to do anything.

There's nothing you can do.

You don't have to ask. This's me offerin'.

Maybe you should jus' take me out back an' shoot me, then.

Don't tempt me, asshole. And don't be talkin' like that.

I'll talk however I fucking want! S'what I'm best at, after all.

[Raph reaches back to smack Isamu upside the head. It isn't hard, hopefully just enough to snap him out of it. He doesn't care if the kid's drunk. He's not gonna put up with that shit.]

Shut the fuck up.

[Isamu makes a pained sound and has to catch himself before he falls forward.]

[Raph grabs him roughly by the shoulder before he can fall, then tries to turn him around to face him.]

You listen to me, got it? You ain't gonna get nowhere talkin' like that. And you ain't gonna get nowhere doin' this to yourself. Now you are my friend, all right? And I don't just throw that word around. So you start mannin' up, or I'm gonna do it for you.

[He pauses for a moment, thinking of what to say next for a change.]

So as your friend, I'm gonna help you whether you like it or not. If you don't like it? Tough. That's just how it works.

Edited 2011-02-28 22:07 (UTC)

[Isamu stares woozily at Raph as he goes on his tirade.

God, he's right. He's such a loser.

His eyes get watery about partway through, and he's biting his bottom lip soon after.

Fuck. Toughen up and all that...]

[Raph tries to hold his gaze, his own eyes fierce, impassioned, protective. You better be listening, Isamu. He's not dicking around, and he's not going to give in to that teary-eyed bullshit.]

All right?

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